Do you ever think at close of day
Of kindly words you meant to say -
But didn't?
Do you ever think when day is done
Of errands kind you could have run -
But didn't?
Do you ever think at daytime's leave
Of flowers gay you meant to give -
But didn't?
Do you ever think when skies are red
Of hungry mouths you could have fed -
But didn't?
Do you ever think at dawn of night
Of letters kind you meant to write -
But didn't?
Friend, do you think at life's set of sun
You'll think of deeds you could have done -
But didn't?
Do you ever think when skies are red
Of hungry mouths you could have fed -
But didn't?
Do you ever think at dawn of night
Of letters kind you meant to write -
But didn't?
Friend, do you think at life's set of sun
You'll think of deeds you could have done -
But didn't?
~ Kathryn Thorne Bowsher
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